A Living  Heart on a Merciful  Palm by Sam Kirsanoff

They brought a soldier to the doctor

just from furious battle,combat breakage,

but his young heart no longer more

beats in his wind chest cage.

A steel splinter was stuck in it,

burnt, rough  and hatefull,

and the soldier's eyes closed  ended 

and his lips turned light  blue.

The doctor cut the khaki blouse,

tore the shirt and xopen;

the doctor saw an evil wound -

the heart widely was opened.

The heart is slippery, alive still

it looks blue-blooded,

Only a cold point of steel

prevents it from beating...

The doctor took the living heart

from the soldier's chest, bent over,

and his eyes were covered with tears

from brotherly sorrow.

It It was impossible, at all,

it was hopeless...surely…

The doctor tried it to hold

infinitely tenderly.

He took out the steel splinter

with a carful gentle hand,

and stitched up the wound with a needle,

and such a thinny tread.

And in response to this tenderness

under his hand the heart began to beat,

moved scarcely in the ribs,

It  showed mercyen start.

The lips of the brother grew fresher,

his eyes brightened soon,

and the living hands together

on the blouse began to move.

But when the comrade physician

finished his the main mission

his eyes ubrapely closed tide

because his heart abruptly went numb.

And there was no doctor

only nearby happen to restore

the heartbeat for more

to the second heart. for sure…

To restore the heartbeat!